As usual, this story is a translation of a story I wrote for the Tolkien Group 2009/2010 Challenge.

It is dedicated to the girls from the TG.

Hope you like it.

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My mission is finally complete.

Sauron's army has been defeated and the One ring has been destroyed. The peoples of Middle-Earth are free and everyone can sleep better at night knowing that the war is over and their families are safe from danger.

Despite this fact, I think that what brings my heart more peace is the knowledge that my family and friends, companions in the Fellowship, warriors that have fought beside me in so many battles are standing by me on the day in which I fulfill my destiny and become king.

I see the crowd gathered to watch my coronation. I am very grateful for their presence and I smile, but discretely look for someone in particular. Even when I walk among the people and see so many familiar faces, my eyes seek a pair of blue eyes that belongs to a very important person for me.

These blue eyes belong to someone I know I can always count on; someone who has entered the depths of Moria knowing he would spend days without ever seeing the sunlight which is so precious to his kind.

Someone who stood by me and faced the fear and emptiness in the air and wasn't shaken even when threatened by a ghost army.

A warrior that fought beside me in which seemed to be endless battles; that rode with me to the Black Gates and was ready to fight an army much more powerful than ours without doubting or abandoning his position and who proved to have courage like no one I had ever met.

When my eyes finally find the so familiar blue eyes, I feel my heart beating stronger and a peace sensation takes over my body. He is here.

I see him approach me followed by some of his kind who are not important for me right now.

Looking at those eyes I realize that there's nothing I can do to express my gratitude towards this elf. The only thing I can do is put my right hand on his shoulder in a sign of respect and utter the words that were supposed to be uttered by me, but that I knew to be unnecessary.

"Hannon le"

I knew I didn't have to say anything else. I knew my eyes showed what my heart wanted to say and I knew He could understand the message; I have never needed to use words to express myself. He can always understand me. Always could. After all, this is Legolas Thranduillion, Prince of Mirkwood, member of the distinguished Fellowship of the Ring, but he knew there was only one word that can be used to describe what I feel for him.

Mellon-nîn.